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Featuring Scarface (Intro) We’re gonna do this one for the ruckus Climb on in, let’s ride Gonna show you what it really look like High up in the sky Like overpasses, pullin in the intersection A whole new meaning to the words moon roof Outer space, baby I don’t think you were ever this high in a vehicle ever ever (Hook) I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel I’mma show you, I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill Swang cocky, way I hold my drink don’t spill Damn I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel I’mma show you, I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel Chrome on the… I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel I’mma show you, I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill Swang cocky, way I hold my drink don’t spill Damn Letras de canciones (Verse) I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel 2 fingers been in corners of blocks, stand still Cops on my heels but I’m beatin down still Chrome on my lack for these jackers out to kill Feet size Shaquille, it’s magic how the paint pop the grill Pop the clutch and squeal, blaze chop like Kill Bill (Hook) I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel I’mma show you, I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill Swang cocky, way I hold my drink don’t spill Damn (boy I see you swangin, You see me swangin boy I see you swangin) (Verse) Grab my shells and roll up, triple stack my cups up Charlie Ranches and Xanax, my special potion Cola Me seats feel like sofas, cup in my hand, no toasters This drink don’t spill, I’m focused I sip, I been, I smoke up All in one motion, doin 60 I’m floatin Ever out doin, now I’m gloatin Ridin in slow motion My new car look like my old one (boy boy boy I see you Boy boy boy I see you Boy boy boy I see you swangin) (Hook) I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel I’mma show you, I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill Swang cocky, way I hold my drink don’t spill Damn I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel I’mma show you, I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel Chrome on the… I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel I’mma show you, I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill Swang cocky, way I hold my drink don’t spill Damn (boy I see you swangin, boy I see you swangin) (Verse) Cherry red paint make the frame glow Them gold flakes make it rainbow When sun hit it, it shine from every angle Furry red dice dingle from the rearview, a pimp’s cathedral Diamond in the back, the hardtop is my halo Let my sweet angel ride shotgun and chill Boy I see you Boy boy boy I see you Boy boy boy I see you swangin (Verse) My music jam, I’m bangin screw Shout out to my Houston crew Uncle Bun and Scarface, the reason why my car lace With attachable alpine face 15’s and loud bass Hampton listen to Screw, right? First time I poured lean I had to use up 2 Sprite I swear I drove like all night Under that Houston star lazy, rest in peace to the pimp And big Mo the bar baby, the bar baby, the bar baby, the bar baby (Hook) I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel I’mma show you, I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill Swang cocky, way I hold my drink don’t spill Damn I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel I’mma show you, I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel Chrome on the… I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel I’mma show you, I’mma show you how to twerk the wheel Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill Swang cocky, way I hold my drink don’t spill Damn (boy I see you swangin, boy I see you swangin) (Verse) Glass 84’s gleamin under my ride A summertime vibe, it’s 1995 Back when DJ Screw had the cities slow down 3 in the morning, drink was pouring out Back to take you back to where you couldn’t ride slab Cuz the elbow killer come and tip it up the ave And catchin niggas slippin, then beat you for your shit And put a bullet in yo head Keepin yo people seatin That’s why I be trippin when I see em ridin those I whisper to myself, what these niggas don’t know? Flaked out, bow crank, they Hollywood hoppin With French antennas, the pop doors boppin The 18 speakers so it’s no backseat Got them big head rigs, if one bad breed Most sucka niggas get off, my south side dame Keep a zigga zag lady, you ain’t south side mane You see me swangin, swangin From Letras Mania